Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1887-01-07

happy, upon her Bonded knees. weep
ing her heart out in bitter tears.
But the door was locked and bolted.
Margie's secret WAS guarded against
any possible intrusion, even from her
dearly beloved Clare.
The next morning dawned bright
and clear. The sisters were making
their plans for tho day, when sharp
ring ut the bell was followed by the en-
trance of Nora.
"Oh, missus!'' she gasped. "the fine
young gintleman is killed intirely. His
man is ut the door, and says as how his
horse has played him trick. and STINT
him flying over his head, and how he's
sinseless the day."
Glare rose from her chair. white to
the lips when a low cry from Margis
drew her thoughts into a new direction.
She had also risen to her feet, but in
another moment had fallen limp and
lifeless TO the floor.
Clare flew for water and dashed il
her and chafed her cold hands, calling
frantically:
'Margic, Margie, wake up!''
To aid to the confusion the door open.
ed, aud Richmond Kiucaid came In.
AS Clare saw him she exclaimed inco-
herently:
Who'd have thought Margie. of all
Others, would have taken ID to heart so!
But how is it you are herep We just
heard you wero dead or dying"
II know" said Richmond hastily. 1T
was mere scratch, and was stunned.
l came to my senses just after Pierre
rushed of, like blockhead. IS he is, to-
brighten you to death, and harried af-
ter him to undo the mischief"
His pallor, however, and'a freshly
dressed wound on his forehead told a
different story; bat just then SILVER
ran through Margie's frame, and Clare
whispered nervously:
Don't for the world let Margie know
that you have seen her in this state.
She'd never forgive me. Go to- the re-
ception room, and will come to you"
Margie opened her eyes, at first I'M
Complementary. Then memory re-
turned, and she struggled to her feet,
1--WE will 60 to HIM, Clare. No one.
will talk. You arc my kinswoman, you
know, and I-I-nust beg his pardon.
I have been so hateful to him. and-and
he may die, and never know the
truth!'
Eyes, DEAR" said Clare soothingly.
''You shall go to hinA' Wait for'me in
the reception-room. I will john you
there presently" -...
As she entered the room Richmond
Kincaid came forward to meet her,
looking very pale. She stopped in a
dazed sort of way. her eyes resting upon
the disfguring patch on his forehead.
Then she shuddered and turned away.
Il will call my sister," she said.
''Oh, Margie!' Richmond exclaimed,
passionately. do not call C!are.. 1t
is you want Why will you always
turn from meP Do you not know: that
I love you-that MY life's sunshineis.
conferred in your eyesp"
Margie stood, heE-slght form drawn,
proudly up, her eyea~ flnshing,T and her
lips curling in infinite scorn.
Not another woyd,', sir, unless you.
wish me to hate yon. How dare you,
tribe thus with my sisters feelingsa' It
is we'll to be off with. the old love be-.
fore you press the claims of new one'
Richmond Kincaid's face grew. very
pale as he listened to. .Margie's woods.
Then he said, with intense earnestness::
.:As God is my witness. Margie, this
is the first time that such an idea,has
entered my mind. Heaven forbidsif l.
have unwittingly gained more than.the.
ceusinly love crexed from your sweet.
sister,"
The two were SO engrossed with, each
other that they had not noticed UEare's
entrance.
She stood beside them, listening. a.
new light breaking in upon her.
Then she folded her sister in .hse. gen.
tie arms.
a see it all! My little Margie was
going to wreck her, own. happiness,to
save mine. Margie,"' and she held the
girl from her SO as to look into her eyes.
II loved my Lionel with q love which is
as enduring as life itself. None othen
will ever replace it. My heart is buried
with him in his ocean grave. Even so
Richmond loves you; and, If. l. mistake
not, these tell-tale bushes are telling
the same story-so old, yet 90. new-tc
him. Is it not SOP"
Margie turned towards, Richmoad,
who stood watching: her, hh>soul in his
eyes.
rs Clare right, Margiop" be- said
softly.
One moment hor head was bowed in
shy confession; the next it was pillowet
upon his breast.
Clare stole softly away. Joy in her
young sisters happiness was in her
heart; but there was also mingled With
it snrging tide of regret for the lost
days of her own love and happiness
days which could never moro return.
The Retort Courteous.